This past Sunday, I attended a social gathering on my own for the first time since Jesse was killed three
One of the hardest parts of grief isn’t just losing someone. It’s worrying that, little by little, you’ll lose pieces
When someone dies young, people often tell you to hold onto your memories. And you do. You remember their laugh.
It’s Okay That Life Doesn’t “Go Back to Normal” There are people who love us and loved Jesse who may
Every now and then, a movie finds you at exactly the right moment. Not because you’re looking for it. But
People often ask if certain dates get easier. The honest answer? Some do. Some don’t. For me, March will probably
June 2026 There are moments along this journey that remind us why we continue to fight. Today is one of
I’m angry that Jesse is dead. I’m angry that my family was forced into a reality we never chose. I’m
Three years later, I still talk to Jesse almost every day. Not out loud. Not in any formal way. But
I lay awake at night I just want to sleep I try to think of words to what goes through
The hardest goodbyes are often the ones you never realize you’re saying. There’s no warning. No sign that an ordinary
When Jesse died, I expected grief to change my heart. I didn’t expect it to change my relationships. Before losing
What Comes Next
Jesse’s story doesn’t end here. It became the reason for change, for advocacy, and for building something that helps others move forward after loss.